He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

“Why ask for truth when you close your ears to it? - Ser Barristan Selmy to Daen…”

“The little shards of sleep that they allowed her turned into razors, slicing at…”

“Kind? How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked.”

“Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Wes…”